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Mother-a tribute of a yearning son- is a book based on true events spanning nearly a month, from the day the first symptom showed up in the author’s mother till her last breath. The book narrates the several tests conducted, including biopsy, on his mother to diagnose her health condition as precisely as possible, and how the Doctors went ahead with a major surgical procedure called as ‘Whipple’s Technique’. The book further portrays how the post-surgery recovery did n’t happen as expected and how the author’s mother was then shifted to ICU, only to lead to gradual deterioration of her health. The doctor finally confirms a rare type of cancer called as ‘Ampullary Carcinoma’ due to malignant tumors in her Common Bile Duct (CBD). Inspite of putting up a brave and stiff fight against the cancer, she ultimately breathed her last on 18th February, 2016. This book does n’t showcase only the tough battle of an ailing mother against the ‘crawling crab’, but also the unshakable determination of the Doctor to save his patient and not the least, the perseverance and the resilience of each and every family member to hold on to the faintest of hope till the end. The author has also given a detailed account of the mourning ritual followed in the part of India to which his family belonged. The poetry section of the book has numerous poems dedicated to the author’s late Mother and all the mothers, both in human society and in all her forms.

“Arpita is on top of the world! After all she was the fresh face of Ponds India and had snubbed the casting couch of Bollywood to land a Leading role in the small screen’s most popular channel. Life never looked more beautiful! Riku is a small town man with handsome looks and big-time Bollywood dreams. He has no ethics and is raring to make it at any cost! Unable to bag big movies as a main lead he ends up accepting a romantic role opposite Arpita on small screen. Betrayed by her own innocence, she finds herself abandoned by her dream man and cannot fathom which is more painful? Whether her failed relationship or her vanishing career! Riku makes it to the dizzying heights of stardom after leaving her. Beaten and broken Arpita has to make it again to even exist in a ruthless industry that only celebrates success. It is a savage ordeal even to have a roof over her head and two square meals! What will happen to her now? Will god punish her forever for making one wrong choice? Will she die in poverty alone? Or fulfill the dreams that she had set out for? One person must trust her to give her a chance. One opportunity must appear to raise her again! Coming Back Home – will carry you through a roller – coaster ride, yet keep you well grounded for inspiration.”

Astute, nimble witted, strong-willed and handsome SaiPrabhu falls head over heels for the gorgeous Preethi Kapoor. What should have been a cakewalk for this girls’ heartthrob turns to be a bed of thorns, because the catch is, Sai and Preethi have never met! How Sai approaches the love of his life strategically, despite being a stranger to her is revealed in an interesting and gripping narration filled with lots of twists and turns. Is it even possible in your wildest dreams to impress and woo a girl who neither knows anything about you nor has anything in common with you? Moreover, how to handle these girls who are always beyond guys’ understanding? And the ultimate question… Will Sai win the girl who stole his heart?

We encounter many soul mates whether Karmic, Companion mates in our reincarnated life from the time even before we take birth. These are our soul mates. They will help us to reunite with our twin flame-the mirror reflection of our soul-and intensify an unconditional divine love more powerful and profound than we can’t imagine. Soul Mates & Twin Flames reveal the ultimate secret to discover our soul mate and our twin flame. But the mirror soul of our soul if met in this life span put the highest impact on our lives and mold us for good, make our soul spiritual awakened and we learn the true meaning of unconditional divine love. Twin Flames and numerous advanced souls are presently re-uniting across the planet to complete their soul’s purpose of ONENESS at this reincarnation on Earthy plane. Humanity has long been trapped by the forces of illusion and hatred that have brought about much suffering and pain. The increasing numbers of souls awaken to their true purpose; to reconnect to their spiritual Formless almighty universe and to serve their fellow beings. Twin Flame soul relationship bear soul tearing and very painful term cycle consists of union, separation, crisis, runner chaser Phase, reunion and many more. If they are successful to raise their vibrational frequency then, they will transit to a higher dimension and will be spiritually Awakened.

Within days of her fairy-tale wedding with Manav Chauhan, the dashing young entrepreneur, Hiya Sen, the reigning queen of Tollywood, is brutally raped and murdered by three men. As ACP Agni Mitra investigates into the high-profile murder, he meets Neha Awasthi, with whom Manav broke his engagement to marry Hiya, Neha’s father Deepak Awasthi, who was eyeing business benefits through the alliance, Mayank Kapoor, an alcoholic model, and Rituja Bose, the diva who had reigned over Tollywood over the past decade. When two more murders connected with the case make headlines, it’s time for Agni to find answers to perplexing questions and unveil shocking truths.

The Colours of Passion breezes through Kolkata’s glamorous world of industrialists, movie stars, models and fashion designers laced with drug addiction and illicit liaisons, with a heart-wrenching tragedy at its core.

Principles of Success Made Easy – 14 easy steps to climb the ladder of success is the culmination of my onerous efforts of writing something simple yet relevant. It is a pragmatic account of the fundamental principles of achieving success by self-help and is the distilled essence of my years of research and understanding of the dynamics of success. This practical manual serves as a step-by-step guide to climb the ladder of success. It gives both an in-depth view and a time-tested approach to succeed and chronicles 14 golden principles of achieving success. The principles are wide-ranging and apply to success in any sphere of life. My own life has been transformed by the principles enshrined in this book. Therefore, I recommend this book to anyone who wants to be successful in life and seeks happiness. Principles of Success Made Easy – 14 easy steps to climb the ladder of success would prove to be not only a guidebook for success but also a reservoir and storehouse of strength and motivation. I am sure all my readers would be able to relate to this book, which has been carefully tailored just for them. They would be tempted to read this self-help manual over and over again in order to assimilate its contents and incorporate the principles in their lives. After all, as is said, ‘a good book becomes a part of you’.

From the bustling, busy life of a youngster in a metropolitan city, Rak wakes up one day to a different world altogether, where he is an inmate in a sanatorium – a place where the lines between sanity are insanity are blurred, and where he is forced to question what sanity is after all.

He has to experience every facet of life in this new dream-like world into which he walks in as a mental patient and journeys through as a husband, a friend and a lover, while taking up roles of a servant, a soldier, a prisoner, a fugitive and a leader of a crumbling kingdom.

Through this journey, Rak is forced to question everything he knows and believes, but in the end, is everything worth the trouble? Is what he experiences and learns even real or is there an even bigger lesson in the picture?

It is in this context that the lives and trials and tribulations of people living in the Indus valley during the middle of third millennium BCE are tackled in this book. I have used existing archaeological evidence along with known historical evidence in writing this book. Rigveda talks about several conflicts among the descendants of the emperor Bharata and the Avestan scriptures talk about the conflicts between the Aryans and the Dasyus. There have always been fierce debates about who exactly these Aryans were and the Daevas mentioned in the Avestan scriptures. I have used some poetic license to accommodate the dates and times of various individuals and events to suit the story telling. The book tries to portray the life of ordinary people during the period of Harappans, while trying to tell the tale of the priestly kings, Magi, Rishis and Sages of the great Indus Valley Civilisation during the middle of third millennium BCE. This is the story of our hero, Upaas, a trainee physician from Harappa. It is a story of a young man growing up, falling in love, getting involved in adventures and finally fighting for the city he loves most – Harappa. The story shows the human elements of people around him. He faces friendship, love, hate, jealousy, treachery and deceit in day to day life. There is generous sprinkling of magic and sorcery. As the country of Ariana, west of Hindu Kush dries up, the Avestansfacing with near extinction take up arms against their neighbours to obtain the precious Soma. The tactics used include deceit, sorcery and finally a war between the Meluhhans and Avestans The Soma plant has been the centrepiece of several hymns in the Vedic scriptures. It is a plant still not accurately recognized. The Vedic people revered it as a God, drank the extract from the stalk of the plant, used the plant for medicinal purposes and it is supposed to have magical properties. There are hymns composed to the Soma within the Vedas.

“Why does the love always seem beautiful in romantic movies and novels, but not in real life? Why should lovers not be in any relationship after they break up? Why do ex-lovers always try to deal with damages instead of staying together? If you want answers to the questions, this book is for you.”

Three deaths – a beautiful bride, a young businessman, and a famous doctor. Crime arises from its protracted slumber in Udaipur, and the City of Lakes finally sheds its veil of tranquility. Trapped in the heart of the mayhem, is Dr. Aditya Deshmukh, a quintessential loser. In order to redeem himself and wrench his soul free of the guilt of a ‘murder most foul,’ he has to find the missing links between Abraham and Sarasvati, Abhimanyu and Sumitra, Yasser Arafat and Vladimir Putin. The body count continues to rise as Aditya gropes in the darkness. Hunted by an enemy he can’t see, devoured by a love he can’t consummate, and guided by a friend he can’t trust, he is caught up in a race against time where he can’t afford to be the runner-up.

Blurb

Are crimes and mental illness related?

Is your mind under your control?

Is your life an illusion created by you?

Dakshesh, an old man in Sirubari village suffering from cancer, wishes to be released from excruciating pain. His journey takes him to the three monks, known for miraculous healing and life transformation. He discovers they are no saints, but hardened criminals. The three monks – Rizwan, Murli, Joseph – narrate stories of unprecedented savagery that would make even the most cold-hearted criminals look down with shame.

The dark stories of the three monks leave Dakshesh gasping, but there is something about their dishonorable lives that relieves Dakshesh from his pain.

Review

Demons Of My Mind is a debut novel by Aashish Gupta and he serves us an unique plot. There are many surprises in the book which glues readers with the book.

Book Title and Cover- Book Title is interesting and creates curiosity about the content. Cover goes well with the title and the content and adds curiosity.

Blurb is short, crisp and fine.

Overall, First Impression of the book attracts readers.

Language and Narration- Language of the book is simple and easy to comprehend. Narration is done in first person narrative and is done well.

Book is edited well and increases reading experience.

Storyline and Plot- Storyline of this book is unique and keeps readers hooked with book.

Storytelling skills of Mr. Gupta is amazing and the picturesque and detailed description helps readers imagine scenes in our head.

The three stories of three monks are written brilliantly however, several questions remained unanswered.

Except that, Demons in my mind is perfect book if you’re looking for inspiring fiction read.

Rating-
Book Title and Cover- 3.5/5
Language and Narration- 4/5
Storyline and Plot- 3/5
Final Rating- 3.5/5

Blurb

Life is a fast-paced Twenty20 game and you need to keep playing to win. Abhi and Aditi are siblings who want to realise their dreams in the ever upgrading world. In the midst of all the struggle and success, they get entangled in a strange web. If they are not able to resolve the crisis in twenty days, their very existence can come under threat. In short, they have to hit sixes on every bouncer thrown at them. Not just with the world outside, this ordeal is also a fight with one’s own character and principles. Unwanted situations, unexpected turns, money and sex push them deeper into the web. Manipulations and treachery become the order. The hunter becomes the hunted. A vicious circle of betrayal and debauchery is created. ‘Twenty Twenty’ is a story of betrayal, deceit and relationships, where a master planner devises games, to get to his own ambitions.

Review

Enthralling, Engaging and Interesting. Three words are best to describe Twenty-Twenty: A race against time.

It’s fast paced and serves us one of the gripping book in thriller genre coming out of India.

Book Title is interesting and catches attention of readers. It is appropriate with the book but Book Cover needs major work. It’s unreal and although it goes with the content, it does not fit.

Blurb is short, interesting.

Language used in the book is easy to comprehend. I loved the short inputs by author between the paragraphs.

Writing Style of author is simple and for a first-time-author, it is decent.

Characterization is done well and I loved how author tried to portray real characters and he succeeded doing so.

Author has good storytelling skills and engages us with the book. Pace of the book is fast, goes well with the thriller.

Author has tried to add Suspense, Romance, Thriller and everything a reader would ask for in his debut novel.

We are happy to release sample chapters of World’s first InstaRead, Karma by Kevin Missal for your to glance at the story! A MUST READ!

Karma

by

Kevin Missal

Chapter 1

The girl’s corpse was stinking now.

It had been hours since they had been seeking for a place to hide the body. Raju, sitting in the back, hearing the constant thuds of the corpse in the trunk, was reminded of how much of a dire situation they were in. Prashant was in the passenger seat while Yadav sat, driving solemnly.

Raju licked the sweat that trickled over his lips.

“Fuck man, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stamped his feet. “This was not the plan.”

“I freaked out, man,” Prashant sighed.

“We just had to have a little fun and get away. We weren’t supposed to be killing people here.”

“Chuck that. I hope they don’t find any traces that link it to us in the flat.”

“We were clean,” said Yadav, breaking the silence. “Just hold your tongue and be quiet. After this night, we are done, keeping out of contact for a while. If we are seen together, things might turn fishy.”

They both nodded.

Yadav stopped the car, close to the dense foliage. It was 3:00 AM at night and the fog had just welled up. Raju came out first, leading the way to the car’s trunk and opening it. He found the girl, pale like the overhead moon, her one hand over her cheeks and the other on her lap.

How did this even happen?

But it was a stupid question. He was responsible for it, or at least a partial accessory to it. He was there, beating the husband ruthlessly while Prashant was playing with her. Things escalated, she protested and he broke her neck. And Raju saw the last of it, the horror of it, as her blank, lifeless eyes stared at him coldly.

Now those same, cold eyes are watching him again and his heartbeat pounds, almost breaking apart the skin.

“Let’s do it,” he exasperatedly sighed.

Chapter 2

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

“Any courier for me, Rastogi Ji?” asked Karman, sitting on the porch of his bungalow, the one his Daadi had left him for.

The postman shook his head. “Nothing, sahib.” He had a crooked grin, that postman with heavy brows that shielded his entire eyes. He had a gray cap and gray costume.

“Saala,” he groaned as he pulled up from his seat. He had been waiting for a book he had ordered from Amazon. The money has been deducted from the bank and they haven’t even sent it.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sahib,” said Rastogi.

Karman shook his head. “Thank you.”

“Your daadi was a very sweet person,”

“Yeah, she lived a long life,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sad. She was ninety-one when she passed away. It had been only a week and initially, it was sad, but things were looking up for him. He had got a job as a content writer for a new startup so he just needed to stay at home and brainstorm. Otherwise, he concentrated on his novel, hoping to write something amazing in the fantasy field, something supernatural. He had even bought all the books concerning Hindu mythos that was dark in nature.

Rastogi waved him farewell as he left, becoming indiscernible in the distance after a while.

Karman scanned his surrounding—a dry, pathetic desert with greenery hardly to be seen. There were a few houses; bungalows in fact, close by but nothing or no one that he would consider as neighbors. And yet he could see a woman, walking in a salwar kurta, with her long wavy hair and a bindi on her forehead.

“Ms. Roma,” he came on his feet. “How are you doing?”

She had blue eyes, which Karman fancied. There was always one trait about an individual that would hold a person’s interest and for him, in Roma’s case, it was her blue eyes.

“I’m fine, Mr. Malik, how are you doing today?”

Karman noticed she had a metal tiffin box in her hand. “You bought me laddoos again?”

“No re, Mr. Malik. This is paneer ki sabzi.”

“Oh.”

She handed it to him, and Karman reluctantly took it.

“But why do you travel so far on foot to give me these food items?”

At that, she blushed. Karman noticed how fair she was and how whenever something awkward would come up, her cheeks would just fluster.

“I feel you live on eggs and bread, having no woman in the house, so I thought I would give you some food beyond your bare means of subsistence.”

Karman nodded, peering over her shoulder to see her bungalow. She lived some fifty yards from him, with a little bit of dry, patchy fields in between and a tree that resembled geriatric wrinkled hands.

Old Gurgaon had always been a cowboy field, according to him. The sun was always bright here, the heat was strong and the fields were long

stretches of indefinitely marked out lands. At night, this same place would become frightening with owls and ravens, adding to the cacophony of rushing winds.

“How’s your mother?”

At that, she frowned. “Trying to find me a husband.”

“Well, you are old enough now. You deserve a boy. ”

“Ah, no ya. I don’t want a boy. I want a man.” She bit her lip.

And why did Karman, all of a sudden, feel threatened by that statement? He wondered.

“Well, you’ll, um, find a man too, I guess, heh,” he grinned nervously. “I would like to invite you to the house but it’s quite dirty as of now.”

“No, no it’s all right,” she began to walk further.

Karman stopped her, his hand moving away from her shoulder when she instantly froze. “I hope you don’t mind.”

There was a brief, humorous smile on her face. “No, no, not at all. We will meet again.”

“Great, Roma. Bye,” he waved.

Well, that was weird.

Karman, holding the tiffin box walked back to the bungalow, entering through the black gate, passing his Honda Civic and walking inside.

*

There were flashes of memory—the pipe, the dupatta, the blood and the smacking sound. Those eyes, he recalled, how horrible they were, glassily watching him as she breathed in the last seconds of that day. He would later wake up, with partial memory loss, but slowly he had gathered the truth. But he wishes sometimes this

hadn’t been the case, and as he now thinks about it— he remembers how he was useless, not able to do anything that day, feeling cripplingly ineffective. He was just a coward. And he still was, he admitted. They never found her body, thinking that she was a missing case but she isn’t a missing case, she’s dead. He knew it. It was the last thing he saw.

Those pale eyes…

He woke up from his bed at the sound of the thud, sweat beads trickling down his forehead. He came out of the bedroom, bare-chested, as he walked to the staircase. He descended to the ground floor, moving to the gate. He could feel something was out there. Was it Roma? No. She wouldn’t come so late. He hoped it would be some animal but as he stepped out, he grabbed a sweeping broom, deciding to investigate where the thud was coming from.

In the coldness of the night, there was a

silhouette. And slowly light gleamed on the shadow’s face revealing it to be a cherubic, pale faced girl with blood drenched clothes and a mouth that was smeared with dry blood. Her hair was dry and crumpled, pulled down till her shoulders and she looked dazed. But when she smiled, there was a sense of hope that just bloomed inside Karman.

Never in the wildest of dreams had he imagined his ex-wife would return from the dead.

Chapter 3

Karman sat at the corner of the bathtub while the soul ripped Urvi sat inside, the water covering till her collarbone as she rested her head on the wall. He was playing with her skin, pinching it a little, wondering if she was really real or not. But she was. They had kissed and she had said a few things that were difficult for an imposter to know.

Now she was here, without any explanation of how she returned but only having a partial memory of waking up from the ground.

“You remember those guys?” She asked.

“I don’t.”

Karman sighed. He did, in fact. The faces of it, the remnants were clear but the massive head attack had resulted in him forgetting their names.

“What did the police say?”

“Not enough evidence to really catch them.”

“I’ll find them,” she said, her voice turning cold. “I’ll find them and make sure they pay for what they did.”

“Revenge is not the answer,”

She shook her head sheepishly. “They have turned me into a monster.”

“What do you mean?” Karman saw the same Urvi he knew eight years ago. In fact too same. She hadn’t aged at all.

“Something happened when I woke up,” she sighed. “That shouldn’t have taken place.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I pulled myself out of the ground, I saw a policeman shining a torch on my face. He wasn’t able to understand what was going on but he helped me initially, asking me bizarre questions about how I got here and it was all too blurry. But then there was a throbbing sound, the sound of arteries pumping blood and I couldn’t help but look at his throat—his tender, black throat that I wanted to rip apart. I had never felt such an attraction to something. It was like, I had to have it and if not, I would die.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” she nodded.

“You ripped his head?”

She circled her long nails over Karman’s skin. And most of the time, it would feel nice but as of now, the swirling only made the hair at the back of his head stand in fright.

Review-

The bestselling trilogy, The Stranger Trilogy surely deserves to get the tag of a bestselling series. Like other books in the market today, these books are a little different. It keeps the reader engaged. After finishing the first the reader can’t stop itself for reading the second and same goes for the next book.

The story is very gripping. I didn’t feel the story boring at all, from the very beginning to the end it kept me engaged.

But the only flaw I have got is that language can be improved, I didn’t like the intimate scenes written in this manner. The author should have used something else to portray his ideas. I accept that it’s the demand of the Indian audience, but that doesn’t mean everyone is habitual of reading such lines.

I loved the plot, from the start towards the end. There were few loopholes I found, but those can be ignored, not a major issue. The thing which inspired me the most is that the author has managed to keep the characters alive throughout the trilogy. It’s very hard to do such a thing. I find it very impressive.

There are few stages in the last book, which I can’t support, but I accept that we have different ideologies, so that also can be ignored.

New lovers or couples should read this trilogy, to know what love actually is. I can’t say that the author has defined it completely, but he has tried so hard it is almost done.

At the book launch of Forget Me Not, Stranger in Delhi, Novoneel Chakraborty said a writer or an author should have an own writing style, so that the reader can identify the writer with the words written in the story, not on the cover. He had done the same thing.